There was an oldies dance in the town where I was born and raised. How could I not go?
I was expecting to see old friends but that didn’t happen. Then again, there may have been people who I knew there. I left town in the 70s. That much time makes people look…ummm…different.
(Except for me who looks like my same young sassy self!)
It was a trip down memory lane. There was a lot of development in the area. I had a soda shop to go to. Now the kids have a lot of different places. The have nice parks instead of fields and dirt paths.
The skating place was closed. Maybe that’s out of vogue. I spent a lot of time trying to impress the boys with my skating skills. (And I failed miserably.)
The dance music was from the 50s, 60s and 70s with the Electric Slide thrown in for good measure. The inclusion of late 50s music made the beloved husband happy. He requested an Elvis medley with Blue Suede Shoes and Hound Dog.
I knew the words for all the songs so I sang. Loudly. A lot. (A good thing about an oldies dance with oldies is that no one can really hear and they really don’t care!)
We left when they started the Chicken Dance. It’s all downhill from that point! It gets really weird fast.
The average age of the group was just before “walkers” but after “hip and knee replacements.” That didn’t stop anyone from dancing. They did their thing just a little more gingerly with modified steps.
The twist with that waist movement was a challenge for sure. There was only one person who twisted down to the floor and back up (without requiring medics). It wasn’t me!
People shook their booty (even if it was protected with Depends). Sometimes other body parts bounced too. It was all glorious!
Older folks don’t wait to dance. The music started and everyone was out on the floor. (Ok, the beloved husband and I were the first!) We don’t waste time. No need to loosen up. You are as loose as you are going to get. You want to be sure that you’ll survive until the end of the evening.
Older folks don’t have inhibitions! I saw dance moves that were unique — no one ever did them before. (And there is a reason for that!)
There were some Arthur Murray couples. They obviously took dance lessons. Their dancing was wonderful and intricate and they didn’t trip each other up. The beloved husband and I took dance lessons…twice. You couldn’t tell from watching us. We don’t really care. We have fun!
There were NO smoochy couples. You know the type, young and horny (or old and horny). (Can you remember when you were like that? Me neither!) I sort of missed that. No show to watch. No eye rolls or snorting.
We had a great time. We were in bed early – tired but happy.
Well, party on!